i hate my job so much right now

Quick doodles of Octo-Jelly aka Jellal the octo-man xD

Friend @sassyhazelowl choosed this form because he is smart and deadly, like an octopus. I do agree wholehearthely, so This is for her, my drift compatible partner in crime <3

The lingerie boi has to wait, i am busy as fuck and i’ve gotten barely any sleep after 3 days of 15 hours turns at job because elections are total bitches and I hate politicians and their shit so so much right now.

Hope to survive >_<

Fairy Tail is sucking a bit more every chapter, sigh! No news here!

Why the fuck do I have to take the hard road? Why can’t I just make things easy on myself and get a fucking normal, work for someone else job? But no, I have to contract and be self employed and pay for my own goddamn fucking health insurance and therefore not be edible for unemployment when my fucking contract is cancelled after 15 goddamn fucking years. Sweetbabykrogan I’m fucking salty and no I can’t sleep.

Coffee, Cuddles, and Bucky

Summary: You had a shit day and Bucky helps to make better. Inspired by a shit day that I had.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 621 

Warnings: Fluffy so much fuffly. 

You had one horrible day, the kind of day that you didn’t wish even on your worst enemy. Your period decided to start a few days earlier, making you stain your beautiful just washed jeans, your boss was a bitch to you all day and when you finally could go home starts to rain.

When you finally got home, you felt like you could cry. All you wanted was to take a long shower and be cuddled. When you open the door Bucky was about to say something but stopped when he saw you “Sweetheart, are you fine?

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Burger Truck King Lyrics (Parody)

To think I put actual effort into this

This will be, the first bun we need,
I will NOT, undercook this meat

With my blood, my tears and my sweat,
I will make this sandwich yet

First, we turn, on the flaming grill,
Don’t forget!
You wear a hairnet!

We’re waiting, for all our meals,

Burger Truck King,
he stands at his grill,
All he’s ever known
yet he’s happy still

Can’t hold back,
my breath is all gone,
my vision is blurred,
I’m asking myself

Don’t forget the cheese,
Make sure you slice it,
Also the lettuce,
make sure you wash it,

Asgore (and chorus):
Did I (He) Change their (our) lives?
Are my (his) burgers worth it?
Do you (we) want fries with that?

Child, pass me that plate

We wish we could stay,
but the place is full,
We will return soon,
we cannot delay

Asgore (and chorus):
It’s hard to decide,
settle on a side,
Soon I’ll (He’ll) have to close,
And I hate to say goodbye…

Now to embrace,
this heat that we have made,
Now to put the
patties right on the gril

Wait how could we have forgotten,
we should order a drink?
Could have poured it yourself,
if the machine was working…
some day soon, it will be fixed,
customers can self-serve,
make my job so much easier,
and take a break now,

Asgore (and chorus):
That’s just pipe dreaming,
and I (you) need to wake up,
fast food will always be easy,

Soon my shift will be over,
but first I SHALL SERVE
The time we had to wait here,
was all worthwile,
we finally smile

Asgore and chorus:
Farewell, everyone!
For tonight, my shift is over…

A Relaxing Night at Home

A/N: An anon request where Spencer and the Reader take a bubble bath together! @coveofmemories


As you walked up the steps to your apartment, you couldn’t think of anything you’d rather do less than lift your foot up another step. Everything in your body hurt today, your muscles felt heavy and your bones felt like they were grinding against each other like sandpaper. Thankfully, you had off the day after tomorrow and so did Spencer, but once you got inside, you were going to plop down into the couch and not move for a few hours. “Hi honey!” you called out. As you collapsed into the couch, Spencer came walked out, laying his suit jacket over the back of the kitchen chair and undoing his tie.

“I figured you might want a bath after a tough day,” he said, kissing your forehead. You’d been texting him all day to tell him how horrible you felt and how your manager needed to go suck a dick. You inhaled and the sweet scent of lavender and sighed. It did sound and smell fantastic, but…you didn’t want to move. “I’ll carry you there if you want.” Your boyfriend was a godsend.

“Yes, please,” you smiled, reaching your arms up to wrap around his neck. Spencer carefully carried you inside and placed your feet on the floor. “You gonna join me?”

Apparently, he hadn’t been planning on it. He made it up for you, but right now you couldn’t think of anything better than sitting in a warm, deliciously-scented bubble bath with your boyfriend. “You want me to?” he asked softly. “Then I will.”

Within two minutes, Spencer had stripped himself and you of your clothes and dipped you into the warm water. The scent traveled up through your nose and relaxed you immediately. When he stepped in behind you, you leaned forward, allowing him room to pull you against him. “This is so nice,” you mumbled, leaning against his chest. “Bad day. Boss sucks. Everything hurts. But not anymore. Because you don’t suck. You’re amazing.” Gently, you lifted his hand from the tepid liquid and kissed his palm.

He pulled your hair to the side and kissed the crook of your neck. “What’s wrong with your boss now?” he asked.

“Same old, same old. He’s a creep, and he’s rude, and he denied me my lunch break today, which is totally illegal, but I need the damn job, and I had to sneak eat my lunch because I was about to collapse and I just hate him so much. Nothing new, just driving me crazy,” you said, your voice not changing in pitch at all. The water was enveloping your aching muscles and the lavender smell was lulling you off to sleep. You cared about very little right now, including your boss, he was too much of a dick to waste energy on.

For a few moments, Spencer said nothing and just rubbed your palms with his thumb and forefinger. “You should quit,” he said softly as he gathered his arms under your breasts. “We live together. I can handle our bills while you look for something else.”

It was a nice thought, but you weren’t sure about putting that burden on him. “That’s a lot to handle,” you said. “What if I can’t find anything for a while?” 

“I have some money stocked away, and I make okay money doing what I do.” He turned your head into him and pressed a kiss to your lips. “You’ve been coming home pissed off and in pain constantly lately, and I hate seeing you like that. You could quit, look for another job, and then when you find something you can start in on the bills again.” 

“Are you really sure?” you asked. The idea of quitting brought unbelievable joy to you, but you never wanted to hold out too much hope. He nodded and you could’ve cried. “Then I’ll quit!” With the most animation you could muster given your relaxed state, you raised your arms in the air. “Thank you so much.” You had no idea what you’d do without him - or what you’d done to deserve him. 

The water was starting to cool down, so Spencer reached over and added some more hot water, as well as some bubble bath to go with the salts he’d put in earlier. Now that you knew tomorrow was going to be your last day, because dammit if you were going to miss the look on your boss’s face when you quit, your bath became much more lighthearted. The bubbles started to overflow and you picked them up, giving your boyfriend a bubble beard while he gave you a nice bubble up-do. “You look gorgeous,” he laughed. 

“And the bubble beard suits you, my love.” Since you’d turned around, you were now in a much better position to have a bubble fight, which was much more fun than work. The water started to cool again as your bubble fight came to a close. 

Spencer hopped out and dried himself off. He told you not to move; he’d pick you up again. “Excuse me for one second,” he said after pulling on his pajama pants. A minute later, he returned with a freshly laundered towel that he wrapped around you as he picked you up. “Couch? Bed? Where should we go?”

“I’m thinking of not wearing clothes for the rest of the night,” you laughed. “How about the couch and wrap me up in a blanket. We can watch a movie?”

He smiled down at you, kissing your forehead as he laid you on the couch. “That sounds great and tomorrow you can go into work and tell your boss to go fuck himself.”

“Can I get another bubble bath tomorrow? In celebration?” 

You were just so relaxed right now, you knew it had to become a tradition. At least once a week. 

I acted like Papyrus and got scammed out of $2,600.

tl;dr - I’m an idiot.

Long version: I fell for a scam that is obvious in hind sight. A person who called themselves Sarah Long from Germany told my roommate, who just moved out of state, that she would like to rent the extra room in my apartment she was leaving behind. I thought my roommate had vetted this person - checked the phone number, called them, etc., but it turns out she hadn’t. So I was trusting this Sarah person when she sent me what was supposed to be a rent check for two months. Except…there was an extra $1700 in the check.

Most others would have stepped back and said this was fishy, but like above I thought my roommate had vetted this person. I deposited the check electronically, and when the funds showed up in my account I felt comfortable sending the extra $1700 to an account in California to ‘help’ Sarah pay for a car she had ordered to use while she was in ‘college’ here. 

Now, just because the money showed up as available in my account does NOT mean the check passed, like I thought. So I sent the $1700, plus a little extra (taken from the rent portion of the check she had sent, I thought), then on Wednesday got a nasty surprise when it turned out the check had bounced. My bank account is now at $-1,100. 

I obviously told my dad what had happened, asking for advice, not help, and he pointed out something that actually made me feel a lot better. He said that I always tend to see the best in people and trust them easily to be good people, and as soon as he said that I thought of Papyrus, and figured hey, if I lost this money because I was acting like THE GREAT PAPYRUS then that’s not okay, but acceptable, and I’ll continue to act like him in the future (albeit without using any money). 

Originally posted by doodleboogle

So the bank said it was very unlikely I would ever get my money back, since I used Moneygram (a cash pickup site). I am lucky enough to have family helping me pay my rent and other necessities, but until my claim is resolved and I’m able to see about getting a personal loan, I am stuck in a thousand-dollar-deep hole. So I’m trying something I’ve never done before: short-story commissions and selling handmade Undertale stuff!


I may not be able to do a lot, or do them quickly because I am still student teaching, but I will be taking $10 commissions for 1,000 to 2,000-word short stories. Send me a PM with the details of what you would like and I’ll let you know how long it will take to write (depending on what papers I have due for class, and what other commissions I have at the time). Once I am done writing, you’ll send me the money via Paypal, then I’ll send you the story and you can tell me if there are any small things you want tweaked or errors that need fixing. 

Also, I don’t write smut. There’s nothing wrong with smut, but I’m an asexual-aromantic who has very little experience with sex. As they say, write what you know, and that is something I don’t know.


These are overworld sprites from our favorite game! They’re cross-stitched onto plastic canvas then neatly cut out (though in this picture, Alphys, Sans, and Papyrus aren’t done). If wanted, I can add a felt backing and a pin or small magnet for an extra dollar. The small characters - the duck, Toby, etc - will be $10, while the larger characters, such as Shyren, Napstablook, Muffet, and other main characters will be $15. These take a few hours each to make, not including the time it takes to transfer the design onto a proper pattern, which is why the cost may seem a bit high. Send me a PM is you’d like one - tell me what sprite, which pose, and if you want it plain, or with a pin or magnet. 


I have a ‘Buy Me Coffee’ button at the top of this page, beneath the title, that’ll let you easily donate $3. 

I hate, hate, hate asking for charity, but I don’t have a job right now while I’m finishing my student teaching and getting my degree. Anything will help, even if it’s just a smiley face sent my way! 

I love you all so much, and remember, even if the best things don’t always happen, the Great Papyrus believes in you!

Happy 17 million, @markiplier!!!

You’ve come a long way and still do have a long way to go. I have enjoyed watching you grow from a small barely known insecure 22 year old with a shitty camera, to someone who even though he was hospitalized still tried to make videos, to someone who was once bitter to the things he loved who realized what he did was wasn’t right, and a 27 year old who now wishes to continue his job with that same fire in his heart he had when he started. 
You’ve really helped me over come many things in my life, depression, anxiety, self doubt, self hate, and many over things. Even though they aren’t gone completely you’ve helped me get a hold over them. I could never thank you enough with my terrible art. It’s all I can give you so I hope this is okay.

Just thank you so so much you’re honestly one of my heroes. Keep being you and what you feel best because I will continue supporting you either way <3

The Contest-Part 4

To celebrate Supernatural’s 15th season, the producers have decided to hold a contest to cast an unknown in a recurring role as Sam’s rumored love interest. They are doing open casting calls all over the country. Your best friend Nikki wants to go and she drags you along.

Characters: Reader, Best friend Nikki (OC), Nursing Supervisor Anne, Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, other Supernatural cast and crew

A/N: This is my first attempt at writing about Jared and Jensen and the show.  Please be gentle as I am a delicate flower LOL.  For the purposes of this story, Jared and Misha are both divorced.  No hate please! I’m sure Gen and Vicki are lovely!

Part 1 (All parts are linked)

My plane left early the next morning, because I started my 3 twelve hour shifts on Sunday. I had hardly slept as I spent the night weighing the pros and cons of taking the job. Nikki knew the decision was being made on Friday, and she had called and texted so many times I had lost count. I just didn’t have the energy to deal with her right now, so I hadn’t responded.

When my text alert went off while I was on the plane I expected to see Nikki’s number again.  I was surprised to see a number I didn’t recognize.

Please take the job Y/N.

Who is this? How did you get my number?

It’s Jared. I got your number from Simon.

Seriously, Jared? Why are you even up so early? What time is it there?

The kids are visiting me. Yeah, it’s really early.

How old are they?

3,5 and 7

Wow, your lucky they let you sleep at all

They live with their Mom in Texas, but I see them whenever I can.

How long have you been divorced?

2 years

Crap, I have to go. Seriously, Y/N. Take the job. You’ll make an amazing Gemini.

You’ll be the first to know Soulmate, I promise! ;)

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He had only dabbled in the whole Sugar Daddy thing once and quickly decided that it wasn’t very appealing to him. Her name was Alice and she could be a sweet girl at times but he didn’t like the thought of her just being with him—both sexually and emotionally—just to receive gifts and money in return for some type of affection. That experience helped him to realize that he’d much rather be buying gifts for someone special as a token of love rather than a way to gain love.


CEO!Harry who just want someone to lavish with gifts and love.

There wasn’t much that Harry couldn’t afford and he was the type of person that if he wanted something then he would buy it for himself. He wasn’t materialistic; he was just fortunate enough have enough money to splurge on some things here and there for both himself and his friends and family.

Harry loved buying things for other people rather than himself because they could appreciate expansive things more than he could since he had grown so accustomed to it. He made it a task to surprise both Anne and Gemma every once in a while with some gifts but, after a while, even they had cautioned restraint. And, of course, he listened because they were his family and they know best, right?

But it felt completely pointless when he worked so hard every day to earn his money but only had himself to spend it on. Though he hated to admit it, he craved for someone that he could spoil and would actually appreciate what he gives them.

He had only dabbled in the whole Sugar Daddy thing once and quickly decided that it wasn’t very appealing to him. Her name was Alice and she could be a sweet girl at times but he didn’t like the thought of her just being with him—both sexually and emotionally—just to receive gifts and money in return for some type of affection. That experience helped him to realize that he’d much rather be buying gifts for someone special as a token of love rather than a way to gain love. That relationship lasted just over a month before Harry decided he didn’t like feeling like he was being used—he wants his relationships to be mutual rather than one sided and fueled by greed. So he fell into this slump again where he wanted someone to spoil but couldn’t find anyone with pure intentions.

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yuta; cheater

another special request from dis bitch @taeminshincten who asked me to @ her as my ‘special frand’ but she’s not so i won’t lmao

summary; you always wondered how long your relationship would last with Yuta. And the moment you caught him with another girl, your query was answered.

genre; angst (as per usual lmao)

a.n. I am taking request, just so everyone knows. I need something to distract me from sucky college and I have my week break next week yay. 

Originally posted by kazehayuta

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first off, i really want to apologize for the long absence from here; there’s been a lot to try and get done at home, especially while trying to balance out depression and things.

As some of you may know, I had to quit my job due to nearly ending my life on a shift. This was over a month ago, and I officially ran out of funds to pay bills. As of tonight, there’s only $3 in my whole account.

My biggest worry right now is affording to pay off a $75 monthly dental debt and pay rent for my mother, which is about $200 per month. I also need to pay for therapy out of pocket (leaving work meant losing insurance) and afford food and gas for the car, all of which would tack on another $200.

I’m filling out as many job applications as I can right now trying desperately to get work, but I have no idea if or when I’ll get another job soon

I feel horrible asking for this, but if you are able to please consider donating a little to my paypal acct at laurenperry819@gmail.com

if you can’t donate, please reblog this if you can, thank you so much

How to Play a Player- Step Three: Slowly Let Him In


Request Queue

Playlist- Fuck Fuckbois

Alex texted you nearly every night now, and you often woke up to texts from him, so you weren’t surprised when he messaged you at 8 P.M. on a Thursday. What did shock you was what the message contained. It was a slew of misspelled words and some bad auto correct mistakes that you could hardly decipher. You decided it would be easier to just call him.

The phone rang for a long time before he picked up. “Alex?” you asked carefully. Anxiety was filling your gut.

“Hey!” His voice rang through the speaker of your phone. “How are ya, pretty thing? Where you at?”

“Alex, are you drunk?”

“Fo shizzle.”

“Who’s with you?”

“No one. There’s a bird in this tree. I’ve been callin’ him Ricky.”

You furrowed your brow. “You got wasted by yourself? That’s kinda sad…”

“Yep! That’s me! A low-life, with no life, who’s going nowhere!”

You sighed and started to pull your coat on and walk out the door “Where are you? I’m coming to take you home.”

“In the park.”

It was hard to hide the annoyance in your voice. “Which park Alex?”

“One of ‘em.”

“Alexander Hamilton tell me right now what park you’re at.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” The line went dead. By this time you were already in your car. You groaned in frustration and threw your phone in the cup holder. It looked like you would have to check every park in New York City never mind that there were probably more than a thousand.  

You started with the ones closest to his apartment, which he wasn’t at when you got there. You kept a can of mace at your side, just in case something happened. You tried not to stay too long at one park. If he didn’t respond to you walking around and calling his name, he probably wasn’t there. You kept moving, trying to keep the emotion out of this. You were alone at night walking around parts of New York you’d never been to, and no one but drunk Alex knew you were out. It wasn’t an ideal situation. You hated being alone in the city, especially at night. It pushed your anxiety through the roof. You only noticed when you put your hands on the still steering wheel how much they were shaking.

You were wandering in probably the sixth or seventh park you’d visited that night. You felt like you recognized this place, but you weren’t entirely sure why. As you walked, you called out for Alexander, but there was no response. You sighed and followed the loop of the path, giving up on this place. You were almost to your car when someone stepped in front of you so fast you narly stumbled into them.

“Hey there. How are you?”

You looked up at the tall man. He was older, with wrinkles on his face and white peppering his beard and hair. He was dressed in a suit and had an expensive looking jacket draped over his arm, but he reeked of alcohol and was leaning a little too close for comfort.

“I’m fine. Thank you.” you said quietly before attempting to step past him, but he caught your arm and spun you around.

“Woah, not so fast! Where do you have to hurry off to?”

“I…I’m looking for my friend.”

The stranger let out low whistle and stared at you. “Is that the bloke you were shouting for?” You swallowed hard a nodded, paralyzed for fear. “I’m sure he’ll be fine. Why don’t you stay here with me for a bit? I bet I’m a lot more fun than him.”

“I’m sorry, I really need to find him.” You tried pull your arm away, but his grip only tightened.

“What’s the harm in spending some time with me?” he said with a toothy grin. You wanted to scream and fight and push him away, but you couldn’t move. You couldn’t breathe. You were stuck. The man started to pull you closer.

“Please…” you whispered, tears silently falling from eyes.

“Hey don’t worry. I just wanna get to know you better.”  

“Hey!” someone shouted. You both looked over to the sound. Alex was standing a short distance away. It was nearly winter, and he was wearing a T-shirt outside. “Let her go, man.”

The older man stared at Alex. Your vision was started to go dark. “Why? We’re just talking.”

“Because if you don’t take your hands of her right now, I’m calling the police.”

The man grumbled something and let go of your arm, walking away quickly. You instantly feel to your knees breathing heavily. Your chest felt tight and no matter what you did it wouldn’t loosen. It was like someone had put a brace on your lungs and was pulling them tighter and tighter until you suffocated.

Alex was at your side. “Y/N? Shit, are you okay?”


“Okay okay. What can I do?” Alex moved closer. You squeezed your eyes just with the sudden nausea and pushed Alex away.

“The alco…hol…Y-You smell…like h-him.”

“Oh God.” Alex stepped back. “What…what do you want me to do?”

“Just…st-stay away. Don’t t-touch me.”

There was a moment of silence filled with only your ragged breathing and choked sobs, and then you heard Alex’s footsteps slowly moving away.

You leaned back and put your head between your knees, willing the ache to stop. You took deep breaths until it hurt. Finally, after several minutes of breathing and whispering mantras to yourself, you started to calm down. You wiped at your face and felt you tears soak into your glove. Slowly, you turned your head toward Alex.

He was sitting on the ground a few feet away, watching you. His eyes were concerned, he looked hurt and ashamed.

“I’m fine.” Your voice was quiet, but it was enough for him to see.

“Can I…”

You nodded and stood up. Alex walked quickly over and took you in his arms.

“I’m so sorry.” he whispered.

“It’s okay.” You rub your hand along his back soothingly. “Aren’t you cold?”

“Not really.” He pulled away and shrugged. Alex stared down at the ground. You frowned.

“Alex, what’s up?”

“You shouldn’t have come out here.” he said quickly. “You almost got hurt. You shouldn’t have come after me.”

“What is going on with you? Why were you out here in the first place?”

Alex looked up to the sky with an annoyed face. “I just wanted to take a walk, think, forget for a bit. Things got out of hand, but you shouldn’t have come after me.”

“Are you crazy? Of course I was gonna come after you!”

“Why?” His eyes met yours carefully

“You could’ve gotten hurt tonight too, Alex.”

“Why do you care?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

Alex turned away from you. “You shouldn’t.”

“Jesus, what is with you tonight?”

“The possibility of me getting hurt shouldn’t compel you to risk yourself. I’m not worth it.”

You stared at him in shock and anger. “You can’t actually believe that.”

“Well,” He threw his hands up. “I do.”

“What do you mean you’re not worth it?”

“Look at me, Y/N. I’m an idiot. All I do is drink and get high. I barely have any real friends. I can’t keep a stable relationship. I hate my job, and I’m going nowhere, everyone knows it.”

Silence passed between you two. You weren’t sure I don’t break it, but you did know one thing.

“I don’t think that…I don’t think you’re going nowhere.”

Alex scoffed. “Yeah, okay.”

You grabbed his hand and made him look at you. “Really. You’re not going nowhere. So, you’ve made some mistakes, and yeah, maybe journalism sucks right now, but you’re a good writer Alex. You can do some much more if you just put your mind to it. You’ll never know how much potential you have until you start trying. And just because you’ve done some bad things, that doesn’t make you a bad person. Not regretting your mistakes is what’s not okay.”

Alex looked at you, for a long time. Your hand still held onto his. “You really think I could do something great?”

“I think you have the potential to. Maybe if you spend less time drunk in parks and more time  on building the career you want.”

Alex laughed lightly and nodded. He met your eyes, before looking at the scenery around you. “You know…this park is where I took you on our first date.”

“Really?” You swiveled your head around, looking at all the different landmarks. “That’s why it looked…familiar.”

“I am sorry, by the way.”

“Alex I told you, it’s oka-”

“No not for tonight. I mean I am, I am sorry for tonight. But…I’m sorry for how I treated you. I was a dick, and you didn’t deserve that. You’re a really great person, Y/N.” He stepped closer to you and took you other hand in his. You were mesmerized by his dark eyes. “I really regret leaving you…”

Alex leaned down and connected his lips to yours. They were cold, like the rest of his body, but it made you feel warm. He tasted like spice, probably Fireball.  You never wanted this moment to end.

But then you realized, this was Alexander Hamilton. He had hurt you, and so many others. You shouldn’t be kissing him. You should be kissing him. You shouldn’t be kissing him.

You put your hands on his chest and pushed Alex away. “I’m sorry I…I just.”

“Seriously?” he asked. “Y/N, we’ve been hanging out regularly for almost half a year! You can’t just pretend there’s nothing here.”

“Alex, I told you I wanted to stay friends. I want to keep this platonic. I’m sorry if you expected something more from me, but I told you from the beginning that I didn’t want to get back together.” you explained, but he didn’t look convinced. “And with Gilbert…I don’t want things to get complicated.”  You regretted it the moment you said it. Being caught in a lie would be the worst thing for your plan, but it did seem to shut him up.

“I know, I just-” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Nothing. Never mind. I’m sorry.”

A surge of annoyance, ran through you. Was he really that unaccustomed to not getting what he wants?

“C’mon.” you said, dejected. “You’re gonna freeze to death out here. I’ll drive you home.”

Alex followed your wordlessly to your car, and stayed that way for most of the ride to your house. You put on some quiet music in an attempt to ease the tension, but it didn’t work.

You stopped in front of Alex’s apartment complex. He unbuckled and opened the door, stepping out. When he turned to shut it he paused and looked at you for a moment.

“I really am sorry. “ His eyes were so hurt and sincere.

“I know.” you whispered. Alex lingered for a bit, but eventually he nodded and shut the door, walking away.

You leaned your forehead against the steering wheel. What the hell had just happened? Why had he gotten so angry? Yeah, you’d been spending a lot of time together, and yes, the kiss was nice…very nice…knees weak swooning nice…

Your mind wandered back to that kiss, picturing what would’ve happened if you hadn’t pushed him away. It was nice to think about.

Well, it was nice, until you were interrupted by a text from Gilbert.

Hey, Alex made it seem like you thought something was going on between us? I’m really sorry if you misread my intentions but I don’t see you that way…I’m sorry….

“Shit shit shit!” you whispered to no one in particular. You quickly replied with a “NO” and then started to type a text with more explanation.

I’ve honestly just been saying a few things to piss him off. He can be a real player sometimes and I’m tired of it so I wanted to make him jealous

Gilbert replied quickly.

Oh haha I’m tired of it too mon amie use me however you need ;)

You thought back to the article. The reason you’d started this whole thing. You thought of how badly Alex had acted to your rejection tonight. You smirked and texted Gilbert back.

a summary of the pack as memes
  • The Pack: We really miss Lachlan. He really should not have swam in lava.
  • The Pack: Sometimes we can still hear his voice.
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  • The Pack: Rob, no. Please don't shove those flowers up your ass.
  • The Pack: Hoe, don't do it.
  • Rob: *shoves flowers up ass*
  • The Pack: Oh my god.
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  • Psychic: *reads Mitch's mind*
  • Mitch: *starts up a hunger games*
  • Mitch: Do it
  • Just do it
  • Don't let your dreams be dreams
  • Yesterday you said tomorrow
  • So just do it
  • Make your dreams come true
  • Just do it
  • Some people dream of success
  • While you're gonna wake up and work hard at it
  • Nothing is impossible
  • You should get to the point
  • Where anyone else would quit
  • And you're not going to stop there
  • No, what are you waiting for?
  • Do it
  • Just do it
  • Yes you can
  • Just do it
  • If you're tired of starting over
  • Stop giving up
  • Psychic: What the fuck.
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  • Vik: *takes a deep breath* I lo-
  • Anyone who has spent 5 seconds around him ever: yes, you love Lachlan, we know, you love Lachlan so much, they’re the light of your life, you love them so much, you just love Lachlan, we KNOW, you love Lachlan you fucking love Lachlan ok we know, we get it, YOU LOVE Lachlan. WE GET IT.
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  • Vik and Lachlan: We honestly came out to have a good time and we're honestly feeling so attacked right now.
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  • Preston: I hate Rob so much! He's the stupidest pleb ever and he has no job!!
  • The Pack: ʷʰʸ ᵗʰᵉ fᵘͨᵏ ʸºᵘ ˡʸʸʸ'ⁿ, ʷʰʸ ʸºᵘ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ˡʸʸʸ'ⁿ, ᵐᵐᵐᵐᵐᵐ ºʰ ᵐʸ ᵍºᵈ ˢᵗºp fᵘͨᵏ'ⁿ ˡʸʸʸ'ⁿ
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  • The Pack: *makes a music video*
  • Their Brains: Kill Jerome in them.
  • The Pack: Why?
  • Their Brains: You gotta.
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  • *a poofless, vikklan, or any other ship that i ship moment happens*
  • Me: 👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌th 👌 ere👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit
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  • *a ship that i don't ship moment happens*
  • Me: do NOT sign me the FUCK up 👎👀👎👀👎👀👎👀👎👀 bad shit ba̷̶ ԁ sHit 👎 thats ❌ some bad 👎👎shit right 👎👎 th 👎 ere 👎👎👎 right ❌ there ❌ ❌ if i do ƽaү so my self🚫 i say so 🚫 thats not what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ 🚫 👎 👎👎НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ 👎 👎👎 👎 🚫 👎 👀 👀 👀 👎👎Bad shit
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  • The Pack: *loses Mitch and Jerome in a crowd*
  • The Pack: Ah,there they are.
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  • Me, on a date: So, what do you think about The Pack?
  • Date: The who? Who are they?
  • Me, shoving breadsticks into my purse: I gotta go.

anonymous asked:

I agree with you so much! I usually don't care for polls but then Sam's tweet happened, and Bob was so humble...I've been voting for 12hours non-stop today. There is only a few hours left! We've been doing such a great job, we can't afford to slow down <3<3

I hate voting. 

I’m a bit anxious over it. I should be writing my novel because it’s the last day of camp nano, although I hit my goal 7 days ago, so I am allowed to skip writing. 

Polls are stupid. But this is a real poll that affects Hollywood, so it’s real for BOB, not for us. It’s not for us. The twitter stuff and the little fan based stuff? That’s for us. This isn’t. I’m still not going to play around with the fandom based stuff after this is over. But I want this man to get roles. And I want HIM to know that all the negativity over Bellamy does not lessen his amazingness as an actor, an artist, or a man.

So. Yeah.


Coming Home to Fight

Requested: hi love, could you write an imagine where the girl and shawn get in a heated argument about shawn being away all the time when he comes home from tour

Note: Probably my favorite imagine that I’ve written so far that involves a fight between y/n and Shawn. Also, I am now obsessed with adding gifs to my imagines, so enjoy.



“I’m fucking tired, y/n.” Shawn says, all the energy drained from him as he’s sprawled across the bed in just his boxer briefs.

“Fine, I’ll just go by myself.” You respond, slightly bitterly. You have a business dinner, meeting with your boss and his wife and you were supposed to bring Shawn along. It was a dinner to discuss some work things, but also because your boss and his wife wanted to be able to get to know you and Shawn better. Since it is a very small company, your boss has dinners with every new employee, and you’ve only been working there about two months so the time for your dinner has come.

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Here’s my 3rd year film and a little experience about college.
The music I used:
Homestuck OST, Midnight Crew - Three In The Morning.Homestuck OST, Medium - Shade.
Homestuck OST, Medium - Light.
UNDERVEIL: 14 Frums - Undiscardable


I’m disappointed in my college years and in myself. I am disappointed in teachers and in friends I made there, my film sucks so much and I don’t have strength to finish it. I know for sure there is no chance for me to get to university and even get a job in animation industry. My mental health at its worst right now and I don’t have any help and understanding from my parents with this. I wanted to drop out on the second year and they didn’t let me saying that I have waisted their time and money. It’s not like I hate this film, I am just ashamed of it. I could have done better and I will, I am still learning.

Maybe things will go better after that. I will find a job and move out, draw my comic.


His reaction to my tongue stud was pretty funny though. Thanks for the ask. -P

Ask  l Support APF 

((SOOOO UHH. I’M NOT DEAD LMAO HI DOES ANYONE STILL FOLLOW THIS BLOG okay so I know it’s been five months (and this ask has been sitting in the drafts that entire time oh my god I’m sorry i think i was saving it to post when i had a little bit more of a buffer rather than just spitting out one random ask out of no where before going silent again but yEAH) ANYWAY the last few days I’ve drawn some asks, so I’m gonna toss them into the queue to post every Saturday uhhh…..yeah. I’m sorry for that sudden and very long hiatus, life sort of…happened. And is still happening. I.E. spouse in and out of the hospital right now, I got a new job, I slipped and fell into a couple other fandoms for a while, our car busted, and just…yeah. 2016 was a long year. Anyway my art style’s changed quite a bit in the last few months and that’s gonna become wildly apparent next week and hopefully y’all don’t hate it too much but yeah I’m gonna try to start posting here again?? Idk how long it’ll last but we’ll see I guess LOL. I’m gonna comb through the 30+ remaining asks in the inbox, try to answer most of them and delete the rest before starting fresh, so hopefully that will result in something….idk lmao the pnf fandom has been very inactive as far as I can tell so maybe this will just go totally ignored but ya know….I’m still here just very tired and busy but I’m doing my best ;u; ~Grayce))

anonymous asked:

Thank god! A sensible person! Good blog! I'm raging at those savebendy-idiots right now. Kids've never heard of R34. Doesn't fucking matter what, when it exists there's porn of it. There are certain things that I don't like or want to see as well, but I don't go around telling people how disgusting they are! But the worst thing about this is that not only NSFW artists get hate, nooo! Also people who draw cute stuff! Because "Horror isn't cute and you got a problem if you think so!"#fucksavebendy

Aww thank you so much! 

I really don’t get what they’re so high and mighty about. They shipping stuff right now even if it’s safe for work… people who’ve hit puberty do the same thing and sometimes it gets steamy. It’s a Teen rated game anyway. Most teens know waht sex is, it’s not like it’s corrupting kids. 

Even if it was it’s not MY job to stop doing what I like because someone isn’t monitoring their kid. Everyone tags their NSFW properly from what I’ve seen. It’s easy to avoid it. There’s black lists and tumblr savior for a reason and if it’s that bad you can turn off images in your browser and have to click to see them so you can avoid it that way. 

I had no idea artists who were drawing cute stuff were getting hate (as I drew something cute and heard nothing of it) as well. That’s unacceptable. These kids only know one type of horror then. Horror can be clean. Horror can be cute. Horror is the deep unsettling feeling someone gets, waiting for something happen. Cuteness in horror can be deception, things not being what they seem, the cuteness mocking the protagonist as if they can do nothing. 

The Expression sheet fanart that GOT INTO THE DAMN GAME is a perfect example of that. Sure with the shirt we know it’s probably not canon as Bendy had a different expression there.. but that expression sheet captures it perfect. Sad, Angry, Happy, Disgust. All the same expression. If it was canon, how unsettling is that. You’d never know what that smile was hiding, what he was thinking, planning, despite how adorable Bendy was. You’d never know where you stood with him or how he felt about anything. He could play you like a fiddle so easily. All because of how cute he was. 

Horror and cuteness are not things that can’t go hand in hand. They can mesh just fine, and if people want to do cute art with no dark undertones, that’s great too. 

Save Bendy is indeed a ridiculous concept. These people ruin something for people who are minding their own business, enjoying something differently. It’s like if you tried to smack someone’s ice cream out of their hand because they bite into theirs when you lick yours. 

These people have the audacity to call people who are drawing porn Sammy because of how much they love Bendy but they’re the ones viciously attacking people in his name. 

Sorry for the long rant/reply but… finding out they’re just attacking things that are cute too. That’s too much for me. I’ve loved creepy and cute things all my life and I happen to think they can get along together splendidly. 

I’m going to be searching the Bendy and Batim tags tomorrow because I’m running low on my queue on my main blog… we’ll see if the queue for this blog gets it’s fill too. 

But messages like this really do mean a lot to me, even if no one can get through to these people harassing others over the ‘purity’ of an Ink DEMON, it’s nice to know that at least I’m giving others a bit of catharsis to know someone’s said something.